A/N: Okay, so I usually post on Archive of our Own but I figured I ought to drop some content on here, too, just to keep this thing alive. So enjoy this list of Destiny prompts. I will attempt to post one per day for all of October.
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Prompt 1: GUARDIAN
Clementine had scanned thousands of bodies. She told herself that she would know when the right one was in front of her, when she had found her Lightbearer.
She scanned every landmass she could think of, moving from South America to North America to Africa to Eurasia in an attempt to find exactly who she was looking for. Clementine wasn't much of one to keep the faith - it took two continents before she was losing hope, and a third before she found herself getting jaded. Maybe she would have to settle for good enough - maybe all those other Ghosts were just lying.
But out in Old Russia, out beyond the Cosmodrome's wall, out where the Fallen stripped old Earth technology bare and Guardians barely came, that's where Clementine found her.
It was a muddy river bank, half frozen over, bones barely sticking out. Clementine half-heartedly scanned the remains, and went to move on when… oh. Oh.
She was rooted in place; her entire processor was static for a moment with the realization. There was a sense of belonging and purpose that she hadn't felt before. She turned, and scanned the corpse again. Yes, oh yes - that was her Guardian. That was her.
Clementine had never regretted that moment once. She heard other Ghosts complaining about their Guardians - and she did too, sure, but it never felt like a slog like some of the others had described. River was calculating, quick-witted. She took big risks with big payoffs, and never put Clementine in harm's way. The only ego she had was what she had earned, going from a quiet newbie to a seasoned pro as the years ticked by.
And she always, always had time to listen to her Ghost. Never questioned Clementine's judgment, never lost trust in her, and absolutely never silenced her.
She wasn't perfect. River had a temper, and she was hard on herself - even more than she should be. She liked to party and have fun, doing everything to excess. And she could be hard to work with - she would butt heads if she thought she knew better than other people, and if she was set on something, it was River's way or the highway.
But, still, Clementine loved her Guardian, who would clean her shell off gently and made sure she was safe during missions and let her rest in bed with her Guardian and gave her time to herself, to go see her other Ghost friends, like Cayde's Ghost Sundance and Geronimo, Andal's.
And given a choice, Clementine knew that every time, she'd pick that same pile of bones lost in the mud.
